With the backyard cameras disabled, no one will see me scoping out the place. I am dressed in black from head to toe. There’s nothing but darkness and a shadow of the moon back here. The only thing that may glow in the dark are my fabulously white teeth.
I have a great dentist who does wonders with caps. I had my front tooth knocked out a couple of years back during one of my training sessions with a couple of my guys.
You would never know it was permanently screwed into my gums. I wouldn't let a missing tooth affect my handsome features.I watched quietly as the cops dragged that fuckstick out and put him into the back of the squad car.
I can hear her talking to the officers. They asked her if she would be okay. She assured them she would be fine. Her voice sounded a little shaky, but she kept calm. That’s my girl.
She's exactly what I need at my disposal twenty-four hours a day. The thought made my dick shift. I willed it down and focused my attention back on the conversation.
The officer told her it was a brave thing she had done, keeping him subdued until they arrived. They can’t confiscate the weapon because she legally owns it. I am relieved she armed up to protect herself from me.
Imagine the irony. That prick would most likely have raped her, and God knows what else if she wasn't able to defend herself. My blood pressure climbs up a few notches at the thought.
No one will force my petto do anything she doesn't want to doexcept me. He would be dead right now if I had gotten here before she managed the situation on her own.
The more I think about what dangers lie out here for my girl, the more I realize she needs to begin a new life with me. She will be much better off with my protection from the gangster wannabes who seem to gravitate toward her. They have no idea what it is like to be a real thug. My finances are in tip-top shape.
She will not want for anything. She will just have to get used to my unusual activities. Once I groom her to be my personal whore, we will get along fine. The officers left with the perpetrator in their car. I heard her slam the door and lock it. I zoomed in on her multiple times while she punched in the code. This is going to be an easy break-in.
I'm standing a few feet away from the front of the property. It is too dark and creepy around this isolated area for her. The only noise I hear is the crickets, probably hundreds of them. No one else is here to protect her if something happens. I don’t like that idea one bit. It makes my blood run cold just thinking about it. The lay of the land will allow me to snatch her quickly.
I watch my phone, following her around the house. She is visibly upset; I can see her trembling and shaking while grabbing a glass of wine from the kitchen—my poor pet.
She should shake only for me, no one else. I can hear her calling for Tuna. He finally showed himself. She picked him up, cuddling and kissing him on his furry orange head. I almost felt jealous of the goddamn cat!
I want—no—Ineedher to crawl to me, to satiate my kink. I smiled because I knew she would eventually beg for the best and worst parts of me. She grabbed the gun and headed upstairs. I watched her walk into her bedroom and put the weapon in the nightstand.
What a good girl.
She peeled her denim shorts off, leaving her in just a pair of panties and a tee shirt. She crawled into bed with her tabby. I felt my jeans tighten around my cock from just looking at her bottom. It's so round and perfect. I’m going to fuck that ass many times.
I dismissed the intrusive thoughts from my mind. I need to focus on the task at hand. Now isn't the time to have a raging, fucking hard-on when I am about to take the girl away from her ordinary life. She doesn't even know how dull her existence is yet.
I continued watching her, waiting silently until sleep took over. About an hour passed, and she was out. I could hear her cute little snores on my phone. Thank God I possess the patience of a saint, having had to stand out here for over an hour waiting for her to conk out.
She was most likely amped up on adrenaline, and that's why it took so long for her to get to sleep. I can't wait to get my hands on her. I am a lot to deal with at times, but I have an inclination that she will be able to accept whatever I dole out—the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I walked to the front door, making sure I was as quiet as a mouse. The syringe is in my pocket, but I don’t think I’m going to use it. I am too evil; she won't come to me willingly, so I must do it this way.
I don't read too much into my fucked-up head. I've never been what someone would considernormal. I am who I am. Like I said, I don’t have much of a conscience. Only violent criminals who want to kill one another hire me and, of course, the government, which isn't any better.
I punched in the code, opening the door gently while keeping my eye on the phone in case she woke up. She has that gun stashed in the nightstand next to her bed. I don't relish the thought of taking a bullet between my eyes. So far, she is still sleeping soundly.
I crept up the stairs as light as a feather. There were no creaking noises, so there was a much less chance she would wake up. I slowly step into her room, careful not to disturb her while remaining calm. I head to the nightstand and open the drawer gently without making a peep.
She is still zonked out. I remove the gun, quickly slipping it into my jeans, when the fucking cat notices me and suddenly jumps off the bed in a panic, waking my pet up. I race to hide before she is fully alert. She sits up, looking around the room, still half asleep. The girl has no idea I am hidden in the dark, waiting to pounce.
Chapter 4
Kitlyn
Ugh. I just dozed off a little while ago, and Tuna startled me out of my REM cycle. He jumped off the bed like a maniac. After the night I had, I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep. I felt wired when I went to bed.
Though I hated to admit it, I felt invincible holding that firearm. I felt excited and powerful, although I was extremely nervous. I've never held a gun until just recently when I started learning to shoot.
Thank God I bought the pistol. I would have been toast if I wasn't armed against that slug. I shudder, thinking about what could have happened if I hadn't been prepared.
I will never leave my house without it…ever! I'm surprised I didn't have an anxiety attack, given all the stress of the night. Maybe I'm an adrenaline junkie. Who knows?
